With her breasts straining against his chest and a cool breeze gliding up her legs under her hanging skirts, Dwyn tightened her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth. The long low sound seemed to invigorate Geordie and she heard him growl deep in his throat as his mouth became more demanding on hers, his tongue thrusting almost violently now.
When he suddenly broke the kiss, Dwyn moaned again, but this time with disappointment. She feared he was about to set her back on her branch and leave as he had that morning, but instead he shifted his hands to catch her by the waist and lift her as his mouth settled on her neck and began to nibble and suck the tender flesh. A startled gasp slipping from her lips at the tingling that sent through her, Dwyn tilted her head to give him more room to work, her hands clutching at his shoulders now.
“Put yer knees on either side o’ me, lass.” The words were mumbled against her throat as he nipped and suckled there, and Dwyn obeyed automatically, raising her legs to brace them on the branch on either side of his hips so that she was astride him.
“Aye, that’s it,” he growled against her skin, and she felt one hand clasp her bottom and squeeze as he urged her forward until she could feel something hard pressing against her core. It sent a startling rush of excitement and need pouring through her. They both groaned, and then Geordie used his other hand to urge her upper body back so that he could peer at her.
Feeling his warm breath on her chest, Dwyn glanced down, not terribly surprised to see that her breasts were doing a good job of escaping her dress again. Her white skin seemed almost to glow in the darkness, she noted, and then watched her breasts rise even farther out of her gown as his head bent toward them, drawing a gasp from her. His head blocked her view, but Dwyn felt his mouth move over one breast, nipping, and then sucking eagerly at the top curve, before dropping so that his tongue could run wet and warm along her neckline. It glided over the curve of one round globe, before reaching and pausing on the nipple now just poking over the top.
Dwyn gasped as she felt his teeth gently catch the hardening tip, and then moaned when he tugged, urging it farther out from under the cloth, but she released a long low groan when he began to suckle on it. His mouth drew hungrily on the sensitive nipple, sucking even as his tongue lathed, and Dwyn threw her head back and cried out, her fingers digging into the cloth covering his shoulders as the action sent excitement and pleasure whipping through her.
Geordie let her nipple slip loose then, and raised his head again, one hand moving to tangle in the hair behind her head as he drew her face down for another kiss. Dwyn kissed him back almost desperately, her wet nipple tingling in the cool night air, until his hand covered it, the rough skin of his fingers abrading it and sending more shocks of excitement through her as he palmed and kneaded her eager flesh.
When he broke their kiss again, and growled, “I want to see ye,” she released a small laugh. It was too dark to see much of anything, Dwyn was sure, but didn’t protest when he urged her upper body back until she leaned against the branch she’d been sitting on, her body now splayed before him.
“Beautiful,” Geordie growled, and she glanced down with confusion to see that the moon was up now, lightening the darkness and leaving her pale skin visible where the rose gown didn’t cover her. Both breasts were fully out, the neckline caught beneath them and pushing them together and up as if offering them to him.
When Geordie took up the offer and closed his hands over them both, squeezing and urging them even tighter together, Dwyn let her head fall back. She closed her eyes, only to have them pop open again as she lifted her head with confusion when he pressed a gentle kiss to first one nipple, and then the other, before tugging the cloth up to cover them.
“We should get ye back inside.” The words were a pained growl that sounded almost reluctant, but that didn’t ease her disappointment. Obviously, he hadn’t been enjoying their interlude as much as she had, Dwyn supposed sadly, and then gasped in surprise when he caught her at the waist and set her back on her branch.
“I’ll go first and help ye down,” Geordie said, and suddenly slid out of sight.
Leaning forward, she watched him climb quickly to the ground and then peer back up at her expectantly. Dwyn hesitated, but then sighed and found handholds and started to climb down on her own, reassuring herself that surely it was dark enough he couldn’t really see up her skirt as she feared.
She was halfway down and searching blindly for a lower foothold when she felt his hand on her ankle under her skirts. Dwyn froze briefly, until he shifted her foot to a branch, and then she made herself continue down, her heartbeat tripping when his hand stayed there, moving up the side of her leg as she climbed lower. She stopped again though when his hand reached her outer thigh.
“M’laird?” Dwyn said then, her voice shaky with the queer feelings racing through her.
Dwyn thought he groaned then, but the hand was removed. Releasing a small sigh, she started to move again, only to suck in a quick startled breath when he caught her at the waist and lifted her down. Her feet had barely touched the ground when he spun her around, urged her back against the tree and kissed her again. It was a quick, hard, almost punishing kiss, and Dwyn didn’t even get the chance to recover enough from her surprise to begin to kiss him back when he suddenly ended it and stepped back.
“Ye’d best go in now, lass. They’ll be looking fer ye.” His voice was deep, and rough, and made goose bumps rise on her skin, but she murmured assent and whirled, her long hair flying out. Dwyn felt a brief tug at her head as she started away, as if her hair had caught on something, but then she was free. She didn’t glance back as she hurried through the trees; she wasn’t even really looking forward. Mostly she was looking inward, her mind pulling up his kisses and caresses and the feelings they’d engendered in her. If she’d been looking where she was going, she wouldn’t have crashed into the man on the path.
Gasping, Dwyn stepped back abruptly and would have stumbled over her own feet had Aulay Buchanan not reached out to steady her.
“Careful, lass. ’Tis dark enough to make the uneven path treacherous,” he said gently.
“Aye,” Dwyn breathed, and offered a shaky smile as he released her.
“What were ye running from?” he asked before she could skirt around him and hurry away. “Were those lasses giving ye trouble again?”
Dwyn’s eyes widened at the displeasure on his face, but she shook her head quickly. “Nay, m’laird. I was just . . .” She gestured vaguely behind her, unable to answer. She could hardly tell him what she was running from when she didn’t know herself. There had been no reason to run. Geordie had not given chase or threatened her in any way. But once he’d stopped touching and kissing her and said she should go, she’d hurried away and then broken into a run as if the devil himself was chasing her. That was something she didn’t understand herself. Especially since she’d really rather have stayed there with him. Perhaps if she had he would have kissed her again. Maybe he would have bared and touched her breasts again too, something she’d found incredibly pleasurable, which was rather surprising to her. Dwyn had never thought them useful for anything but feeding a bairn. She was learning a new appreciation for the silly large things, and beginning to understand that perhaps men didn’t like them merely because it meant their bairns would be well fed.